i drank a glass of two buck chuck, made the better part of my way through a tub of cookies and watched The Voice while pumping a bottle so JJ could feed the baby. i mean omg NICE multi-tasking skills, self.
The Gemster and i walked to Starbucks for our first pumpkin spice latte of the season (i didn't take a picture and instagram it like everyone else, but i was pretty god damn thrilled about it).
and while we were there, a 75-year-old woman wearing hot pink lipstick and a Charter Club sweatsuit came up to me and said, "oh my gosh your baby is so sweet! she looks just like you!" which was obviously the best thing i've ever heard, and i was so excited about that comment and i didn't even flinch when she put her arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder, until she shouted "HEY! HEY! I HAVE THAT SAME SHIRT YOU'RE WEARING! I GOT IT ON SALE AT OLD NAVY LAST WEEKEND!" and i was like OMG LADYYYYYYY you CANNOT be serious. howwwwwwwwwwww is it that me, a young spring chicken at the mere age of 26 has the same shirt as a grandmotherly old woman dressed head-to-toe in turquoise? i just. i cannot. i cannot even deal.
have i lost it? have i lost my young, cool vibe? i mean i MUST be if i'm walking around town wearing the same shirt as a grandmother. all i ever wanted was a cute, soft, loose shirt made of jersey to hide my belly that had easy nursing access. and i found two of them. the most perfect shirts you guys! the one i'm wearing today and the same one in pink/red. i thought i had really hit the jackpot...
"I LOVED THAT SHIRT SO MUCH THAT I WENT BACK AND BOUGHT THE PINK AND RED ONE!" said the lady.
and snuggles with my favorite girl.
Cleo's spot under the stroller.
chillin with Cowbaby